I grabbed my pen and paper and sought solace on a bough,
A tinge of blush rose to my cheeks to encapsulate love.
I could sprinkle some alliterations-an easy task for me,
Being a loner, despair descended to use obvious imagery,
Shrugging it off bravely, I thought a nice rhyme would do,
“You aren’t penning lullaby” said my cross mind and bid adieu.
Oh! I bowed low before Christ, wept at this hard chore,
Paper lies defeated and a tired pen that won’t work more,
A simple verse on a four-letter word has me morose.
Then an idea struck, penning love is like describing a rose.
I woke up my pen and paper, pushed myself into the cognitive stream,
If gems of syllables, styles and sound are strung, poetry is a royal realm.
The form of this poem is Ars Poetica.
This poem won the second-runner up prize in Penmancy’s April prompt.
This form is focused on the content of the poem — less about rhyme schemes, counting syllables, or refrains. Ars Poetica is the art of writing poetry about writing poetry.